G & G Restaurant

Reviews & Tips

• 0

  It's nice to have a greasy spoon really close to work, but I wish it were a different place.  I ordered a hot dog and fries, and at $3.75, it's not a bad deal.  However, a Chicago dog this is not.  The hot dog is shriveled, reheated and tough.  The toppings were grilled onions (what?), cut up pickle chips, sport peppers and relish.  I'm really surprised to hear rave reviews for the fries.  They are food service crinkle cut fries, nothing special.  The place does have an extensive breakfast menu though, so it might be worth going here for breakfast, but I am avoiding this place for lunch.

  Review Source:

  Posted on 12.26.12 Christine J.

  • Report
• 0

  Oh G&G's or as my former coworkers and I called it, Grease and Grease..
  
  It's not the best quality food, but it's not bad and it's pretty fast..

  Review Source:

  Posted on 03.17.10 Michael S.

  • Report
• 0

  I love this place for it's tacos, fries, and breakfast platters and that's it. I tried the hamburger here and I wouldn't recommend it . I also tried the turkey club sandwich and that wasn't good either. The turkey used was very processed. G & G is definitely not a fancy place, but you get what you want at a nice price compared to other downtown restaurants. The staff is nice too. Overall if you want a quick bite to eat for lunch G & G's is good.

  Review Source:

  Posted on 10.29.09 Chandra W.

  • Report
• 0

  If I were put in a Pavlovian experiment, I would positively confound the researchers.  You see, each and every time that I eat at G & G, I get ill.  These maladies range from simply being a bit run down at work to all-out think I have food poisoning, fall madly in love with my toilet creeping death (I once spent an entire elite event in the bathroom after having it for lunch).
  
  And yet, despite with the consistent, text book, negative reinforcement, I keep going back.  And why?  I expect it because it is a truly classic diner.  Right down to the somewhat grungy, unclean feel.
  
  Avoiding anything served cold there (always a recipe for disaster) and concentrating on the french fries, some of the best in town, and grilled cheese, it's a good lunch for around $5.
  
  The long waits can be avoided by calling ahead or can be filled by looking at the posters straight out of the 1970s.  Though I'm beginning to think these 15 minute or so waits on simple orders are not worth the ordeals that sometimes follow.
  
  I mean, I might not be the most trainable of lab animal but at least I try to avoid outright torture.  In other words, I no longer eat the egg salad there after getting sick three times.  But the yummy chili rellenos have at least one more time before they're dead to me.

  Review Source:

  Posted on 07.17.09 Michael G.

  • Report
• 0

  This review gets five stars for the Marx Brothers quality of my experience here, even though this place sucks and I would never return.
  
  Enjoy:
  
  Shaking rain off myself and smelling like a dog with wet fur, I ventured in here at 7:30 a.m. from the morning deluge, overdressed, overheated and having to go to the bathroom pretty badly. I hurriedly took off my drenched, long wool coat  and my beret, and set them down at a table.
  
  I noticed the place is timeless in its dive-ness. You couldn't tell what decade it was in here but for the Monster drink poster. This place wins all awards for non-descript.
  
  I went into the Men's room. Damn, it had one of my most hated bathroom features: a small, round, low toilet. I like higher, oval ones. This toilet was so small it looked like they had salvaged it from a boys' bathroom in a grammar school. I reluctantly lowered myself into position. This crapper was so low, my thighs extended upward at an acute angle from my hips.
  
  Thank God I noticed there was no toilet paper just in time. So, I hauled myself up, made myself decent, and went to the counter, where I asked the short-order cook for toilet paper.
  
  He handed me low quality, coarse napkins.
  
  "These are napkins," I observed.
  
  He said: "No. Is toilet paper."  
  
  A beggar in my position was no chooser,  so I took what he gave me.
  
  After finishing my business, I ordered a Greek Omelette. It took a very long time, which annoyed me because the place was empty. My toast was dripping with butter. It was gross, and I got some on my hand; the cook hadn't given me a napkin with my meal. I reached for a napkin but there were no napkins on the table and weren't even napkin dispensers on any of the other tables.
  
  So, more annoyed, I hauled myself out of my chair, went to the counter and asked the short-order cook for napkins.
  
  He handed me the same, low quality, coarse stuff he'd pawned off on me when I went to the bathroom.
  
  "Hey, this is toilet paper," I said, now really annoyed.
  
  "No. Is napkins."

  Review Source:

  Posted on 12.09.08 Michael S.

  • Report